Special Issue No.1
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After School
I look back. Landon won’t. In the window the monster lowers its gray muzzle. It might be grinning.
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Night Work
Her boss, a doughy man named Howard, had received me at their tiny Midtown office an hour and a half before with the kind of sweaty furtiveness one would normally expect of a liquor-store thief or a public masturbator.
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It Grew Too Great
The strangest thing, Mr. Webber, was that each midnight, the feeling of being watched would stop.
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Swarm Behavior
“I’m sorry I got a concussion on our fucking honeymoon,” Greg said. Lauren let out a warm, genuine laugh. It shocked him. Felt like a different woman stood next to him, the one he’d been with all these years.
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Do Not Stand By My Grave, I Am Not There
Something came from deep inside her chest. A sound he’d never heard, and one he never wanted to hear again. Like every organ had ruptured and turned to liquid—and started to boil.